Dan and Phil Imagines and One Shots

Don't You Ever Hurt Me Like Him (Dan Howell)

{{Continuation of Please, Don't Go... (Phil Lester). This shows Dan and Y/N's video written in Phil's Point of View. 2141 words}}

I sat waiting for the notification from Dan. When I got it, my stomach dropped. I already felt terrible, this was going to drive me off the fucking edge, I know it.

"Hello Internet... This is a serious video, although it seems like it should be a Reasons Why Dan's a Fail... But It wasn't me that failed." He said. "I'm sat here with..."

She spoke up, "Y/N!" Her perky smile reminded me of our coming out video... But I know now that this was a bigger smile, a brighter smile and kinder eyes. She was actually in love.

Dan smiled. "So, if you're here from Phil's video, you know his side. While we were the ones that got really fucked over, he still deserved to tell his side. Considering he admits he was wrong and is going to rehab, he's not a complete monster. But for the past year and a half, he was."

Y/N started with our story. "You guys completely hated me. And it showed how much it hurt me just in my look. I looked terrible, I looked like I had too little weight, I didn't have really really bright eyes like I do now. You guys really hated me. This was the hidden problem between me and Phil. I learned the hard way, a man will take no only so many times before he goes and finds someone to tell him yes. But I felt empty. I loved this man with all of my heart... I understood the reason why you all hated me, but for the lot of you to not really know me and my past, it killed. Every fight we had was over my depression. He wanted a perky, confident girl and I wasn't it. I'm fine with the fact that I wasn't exactly what he wanted. I would've rather him go find the person he wanted than to cheat on me with 3 other people." 

"Four." Dan corrected. 

She shook her head. "No, you didn't want it." She sighed. "One night, the fight was terrible. He went off on me, hit me, screamed at me, called me names, threw things at me. And even still, I begged him not to go. That's how much I loved him. But he left anyway. And I couldn't talk to any of you about it, although I would've. You guys filled my inbox with hate. I wanted one message to say "I'm sorry about that. If you need me, I'm here." but you can't get what you want. The next week, he and Dan came over to take his things away. I asked for my keys and he didn't give them to me. I forcefully had to grab them from his pocket. I just wanted my house keys, I didn't want his money but I grabbed it and a gold wrapper popped out of the small stack he had. I knew what it was, but something within me wanted it to be a fucking golden ticket." I felt a pit develop in my stomach. I remember the night so much and it haunted me every night. "It was a condom. In our sex life, we didn't use condoms. I asked him, who the fuck were you screwing? He told me, a busty brunette with a great ass. I knew it was coming and I accepted it almost immediately. Then Dan broke down. He went from ok, to a literal mental breakdown."

Dan took over, and I spoke his words as he talked about what he said to her. "Me. He was screwing me. I'm the busty brunette with a great ass." 

"I couldn't hate Dan, something within me said "Before you hate him, I'm gonna show you something." Phil groaned out as if he was the victim and Dan went to him. He let go of every secret Phil forced him to keep away from everyone."

Dan spoke up. "There was no one victim at this point, there were two. Later that night, I talked in depth with Y/N about what happened, a story I thought I would take to the grave. One night, Phil came in, she was out of town. He walked into my room, pulling me from the desk. He turned me to lean against it and kissed me roughly. I put my hands out and asked him what the fuck, what are you doing? Phil tells me, "Listen, my bitch is out of town, putting off what I need even more. The other three are busy. You're next on my list." I was so confused and all that was happening in my brain was, holy fuck, my best friend's boyfriend is feeling me up. I felt like I couldn't stop it. I felt like I had to let him grope me. I felt like I had to let him touch me. Eventually I had enough and jumped down from my desk, but he sat me back up there, standing in between my legs. "You deny me this, Dan, I swear to God, I'll ruin you. I will hack you one day, release that little video we made before Y/N and I started dating." Fun Fact: We did actually make a sex tape. Not for any publication, but to see how weird we looked. So with that blackmail hanging over my head, I had to let him do what he wanted. When he had me on the bed, I realized how terrible this was and I began crying. "Shut up you know you want this. You know damn well you've missed my blank." Fill in whatever sexual word for penis. I couldn't stop crying and screaming. I began hyperventilating but the fucker covered my mouth. Y/N is going to let me demonstrate what it sounds like when you cover someone's mouth as they're screaming."